Porcelain Doll Novels & Stories

In every state, there is a Stationary. Both the population and the rate of breeding are low. Finding a mortal to mate with used to take months, but a few years ago, the Model XZ was released, allowing dolls to be created specifically for the creation of Half-Bloods. "Model XZ?" "The process of putting mortals to sleep, for the purpose of creating human dolls." "Like me." We were silent for the remainder of the journey. He finally pulled the car to a stop outside a metal building, which was rectangular in shape.

“You don’t like them? I told Diego we should get something more grand and you weren’t a kid but he kept saying you’d find them cute and you’ll like them and your chance of rejecting them would be low…I’m going to kill him…” He was literally fuming. “It’s not as if I don’t like them but what are they called?” “Oh.” He breathed and then sat beside me. He took the armless doll and explained. “This is called the kokeshi doll, as the seller said, they’re known for their hand-painted faces, floral patterns and lack of arms and legs.” He then picked up the cat. “What did she called this again? Oh, the Maneki Neko, aka, lucky cat, they’re often gotten to attract luck, wealth of happiness and I got t

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

15 Momma’s told me once or twice—and sometimes I remember—about the doll I had when I was really little. Samelsa. A name I made up myself. Mom says I wouldn’t stand for it when anyone dared mishear me and try to call her ‘Sam’. “Sam is a girl-name for hookers and strippers. Maybe waitresses,” she says. “I think you knew that, too. Even then. If people dared call your doll ‘Sam’ you’d give them the blackest evil eye. That look on your face! It was like a witchy old woman who’d just caught her neighbor’s dog peeing on her front porch.”

“What are you saying, you b*stard?” “Stop spouting nonsense if you don’t know anything here, Harvey! I’ll get Mother to slap you to death if you keep doing this!” Gabriel exclaimed, pointing at Harvey’s nose. “The statue’s pure porcelain. It would only be made in ancient times.” “Its style shows that as well.” “Look at the patterns of the mold and the wooden fish here…” “There are replicas of the same style at later times, but not many would notice such small details.” “Judging from the quality of the porcelain, we can basically confirm my deduction.”

He says looking at her, as she quickly swallows the rest and licks around her mouth. "Good girl, but you did waste some and you know daddy doesn't like it right? So, what should daddy do hmm? Let me think, daddy should punish you, right?" He chuckles and walks to the suite's closet where he keeps all his toys. She keeps looking his way like a lost puppy; she sees him go through the closet and gulps down feeling a little nervous. After a while, he comes back with a smug look on his face."Oh, you love these." He says dangling the nipple clamps in front of her. No! She absolutely hates them, they hurt so badly. He knows her breasts are sensitive, yet he keeps on torturing her. Her breasts are a

Jia looked at Sir Benjamin, "May I have just one of this?" It would be a great help for her. Sir Benjamin touched his mustache, "Hoho. You are shameless for asking something worth of millions for free, huh?" Jia stiffened. M-millions? Jia withdrew her hand. She could understand the price since some of them were made of gold thus they were expensive. But there were also things here that were made of cheap things. Like that small ugly doll that was placed in a glass container. "How about that? It was sewed poorly with cheap clothes. Surely it wasn't that expensive right? Although it has a special aura, since the materials are cheap, you can give it to me, right?"

Picolina talks to her dolls as she lays out several of them on top of a huge dollhouse rooftop, where there's a pool and beach umbrellas. I watch in awe, I don't remember ever playing with them, but I reckon kids name inanimate objects. “Do they have names?” I ask her. “Yes but this one doesn't,” she grabs a doll, handing it to me. It feels strange to hold a doll, not even when Reina was little did I touch one. “I just got her yesterday so you can name her.”

“This one’s from you and Daddy Mercer?” Kade sits beside me on the couch, watching her. “Yeah, open it.” She rips the paper carefully, she's not like most kids who would destroy the wrapping paper in the process. When she finally pulls off the wrapping, she gasps, eyes going huge. A porcelain doll, dressed in an elegant Victorian gown, her face painted delicately, her curls perfect. Harlow stares at it, completely still, before looking up at us, her lip trembling slightly. “She’s so pretty,” she whispers.

Among the broken pieces and toppled figurines, two dolls stood upright, untouched, staring at me with their glassy, painted eyes. My breath hitched as I took a step closer, unable to tear my gaze away. It felt like my lungs had seized up, the room suddenly too small, too suffocating. I recognized them instantly. The first doll wore a bright red jacket, a tiny top hat perched at a jaunty angle on its head. In its small porcelain hand, it held a miniature whip—clearly a lion tamer. The second doll was equally striking, dressed in a striped leotard with exaggerated muscles stitched into its arms, like a cartoonish depiction of a circus strongwoman.